Chapter 183: True Star Emperor (1/2)

”Sir, your delegate has returned!” the chamberlain announced the news in the strictly protocolized way. Even though he was shouting, his head was lowered.

In the face of the Star Emperor, not even his direct attendants dared to stare at his glorious face.

”He may enter,” a young man laying in a luxurious bed with a jade beauty glued to each of his sides said. His long, dark hair sprawled around the vast array of decorated pillows. In his private chambers, the Star Emperor didn't bother with wearing any clothes, opting to conduct his day naked as to never have to waste even a moment when a wish to dual cultivates with his concubines would come forth.

”Sir,” the chamberlain replied, lowering his head even further. This feat alone was worthy of the three stars tattooed on the man's face. In a sense, without the help of cultivation-backed psychique, no man would be able to lower his head so low.

Then, as if someone passed the message through the massive doors to its other side, the gate to the chamber opened up.

But rather than a single person walking in to report, entire conduct entered the place.

It consisted of an array of eight slaves with their eyes gouged up and replaced by precious stones. Their ears were lopped off, and the wounds after them sealed with golden plates. Their tongues were cut away.

Out of the natural way those people were born, only the ability to sense things through touch remained.

”What is this?” the Star Emperor looked at the small palanquin that the slaves brought inside. Even though its sides were covered by cloth, the ruler of the empire could easily see through them. ”I was told that my delegate was returning, not some devastated corpse,” he said, directing his eyes towards the slave at the front of the conduct. ”Go and kill yourself,” the Star Emperor ordered, seeking a way to soothe his surprise-induced rage.

”...” The slave didn't respond. Without his tongue and with his mouth sewn together by a golden thread, he had no means of talking in the first place.

But instead of rebelling against this kind of outrageous order, he simply kneeled down before grabbing the two golden plates sealing the wounds that used to be his ears and tearing them away.

In an instant, a river of blood flushed out of his freshly opened wounds, quickly leading the man to the place where the Star Emperor could no longer abuse him.

In a sense, this was the one order that every slave in the Star Palace craved to hear.

”Why do I have to do everything myself,” the owner of the room pushed the sleeping beauties away, making both of them fall from the luxurious bed. Then, woken by crashing into the ground, the two of them instantly pressed their foreheads against the floor, unwilling to as much as twitch.

”Am I surrounded by idiots or what?” the man continued as he walked towards the deceased slave. If any of his other servants could see, they could easily cease to just by experiencing the amount of rage visible on the man's face.

Nevertheless, the Star Emperor kneeled directly in the pool of blood flowing out of the dead slave's head before smashing his fist directly into where the man's heart was. With a single sharp pull, he brought the still beating and warm heart out of the corpse.

”Out of my way,” the man muttered, instantly setting the palanquin on fire. With how thin the cloth covering it was, it took only a flash before the wooden frame of the thing was exposed, allowing the man direct access to the bloodied corpse of his delegate.

”You need to answer some questions of mine. I didn't allow you to die yet,” he muttered, slamming the warm heart directly into the hole of his delegate's body, the same hole someone used to pluck his heart out before.

”Live,” the Star Emperor said, placing his hand on the corpse's head and sending a revitalizing surge of his energy through the slowly decaying flesh.

”ARGH!” In an instant, the corpse bent in half. The man calling himself a Star Emperor in the face of Yelna and Markus moved his upper body up, desperately gasping for air. But the joy of feeling the wind's breeze of his face, the joy of feeling anything at all, was soon replaced by nothingness when the domineering aura of the true Star Emperor seemingly squashed his delegate's personality and emotions away.